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    Kabul, T̶h̶e̶ ̶p̶a̶r̶i̶s̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶a̶s̶i̶a̶ ̶ the hubris of Asia

    When the leaves turn brown
    and the evenings bleed orange,
    I'm robbed up by the admirers
    of mountains, desserts, rivers,
    bazaars and everything else.

    I'm settled to be a paradise
    with gun-lights on highways,
    a castle indebted to freedom
    and a pilgrimage invaded by,
    once, twice, thrice, till every-
    thing fades, while Soviet sighs.

    Dine in the world library, and
    trail migrating dynasties on
    the snippets of my bare skin,
    call me a coal-tar but you'll
    excavate diamonds in men
    on my lands while women
    are hindered from rebels but
    often preyed for their beauty.

    The sky curls up in blue and
    the autumn in auburn shades,
    snow melts upon the empty
    walls of exhausted palace, and
    village huts carry too much.
    I feel like I'm an ordinary city.

    But I'm more than museums and
    mausoleums, maybe a chronicle
    of vague dates, millions of places,
    obsolete tongues and unheard
    wars, hungry for prayers and peace
    yet served with another history.


    @shreyah @phoenix_in_ashes thank you so much for helping me out ❤️
    @sumiinked somehow, you encouraged me. Thank you ❤️

    References are taken from Wikipedia.

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    I'm an unheard poetry today and a souvenir for tomorrow,
    hope shall unfetter from my womb if I sink in sorrow.